I hate getting dragged into shit.
When people want to play on your emotions.
When people keep pretending.
I hate how people go on, faking their lives and living in lies.
People wonder why I’m so “hard to crack”? People wonder why I’m such a fucking “mystery”? People want to be the one to finally “love me”?
Oh give me a fucking break.
I’m not a score on your sheet, notch in the bed post, a fucking name to tattoo on your ass.
I don’t trust easily because I want to. It’s because I have to.
Because if I cared about every single thing, every single person; I’d have been ruined a long time ago.